Hello fellow readers, I get the impression that it’s a tiny group. It might just be me out here; but I don’t care, because this was destined to be my diary, so if I keep the nosy out of it, I guess it’s a good thing… right?
I’ve fallen into the pattern of writing in English; I guess words flow out of my mind better. Well, getting to the point, I’ve realized I haven’t been very cheery at all in my posts, and just so you know: no, I’m not always this melancholic, my inspiration comes better when I’m sad. Weird, huh? But then I guess I’ve never been normal, and I’m proud of it, who wants to be like everyone else? Let me cut this nonsense and go back to the writing…
I’ve read about it, I’ve seen it on movies, I’ve also written about it; but it has never happened to me before, not once. I had a dream, and it was about something that occurred to me during the day. Extremely weird, given that I almost never remember what I dream of, but last nights’ dream was so livid, it’s still there in the back of my mind. My subconscious gave me something, something I thought that hadn’t affected me at all, but it definitely had something on me, because I’m still shocked somehow.
Funny, how our mind works. Giving us thoughts, things so non-important that they should not matter at all, but here I am, questioning my brains out.
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